Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1887-01-15

great slowness, that they succeeded in
progressing.
No one spoke, and the chevalier made
| every effort to keep from groaning when
shaken by the uncertain steps of his
guide.
The ground had become very unequal.
ana Cambremer frequently encountered
stones, which had evidently fallen from
the ceiling.
They still continued to ascend, and the
slope became higher and higher
Cambremer noticed all this. as Chris
topher Columbus, when he neared
America, remarked the signs that land
was not far off
-, 1t became more and more evident that
they were nearing the end, but this GER
tia,lhty was only partly consolng How
diu the vault end? Was there trap
door similar to that in the hall, or hid
den door, or a closed wall?
While the chevalier was thinking over
TINS painful problem his squire uttered a
cry Oh pam, which was presently followed
by the triumphant exclamation:
"A stairway We are savedp'
Can 1t beP Is it possible?" STAN
mered Cambremer.
Feel it, am on the lower stem AL
ready"
And, in fact, the chevalier felt the
stone steps with the only hand which he
could use, and at the same time he found
that the cellar had grown strangely mar
row.
He had but to move aside three PAGES
to touch the opposite wall
Remain here, sir; | will 20 mp alone,
| 4
you"
In the hearts OF those three men
anguish was at its full height. They were
about to know their fate.
Cambremer, exhausted with grief and
pain, leaned against the wall while the
examination went on which was to settle
the question of life or death.
The fiat was not long delayed. At the
ninth step Cassonade struck the ceiling
with his head.
There is a wall everywhere" he
called out.
"You must be Mistaken" said his
master, "the staircase cannot have been
built for nothing. Try again"
II feel place where the stone is
smooth. 1t seems as though the wall
were in single piece. Yes; and there
- wig oPiO NiiSh O"il tidSc Will NY
fingers"
at must be trap-door. The top must
be movable; press with all your might. e"
breathe hard as he obeyed.
"No; it resists, it is an enormous
block, and ten men could not stir it.
"Then there must be secret-a hid
den spring. You can not find some in
nnuality a lnnb npvwbara
There was moment of silence dur
which Cambremer could hear the beat
ing Of his heart.
Nothing"
This word sounded like sentence of
death.
CAN is overn' murmured the chevaler,
seating himself upon the first step of the
fatal stairway.
The extinction Of hope made their
condition all the more painful.
Cassonade, after long and careful
search, had stopped, discouraged.
The clerk had thrown himself upon the
ground, and was weeping.
at is impossible that there should be
no outlet" said Cambremers "but prob
ably the secret door only opens from the
outside, and the only chance we now
have is that the smugglers may come
here to remove their booty"
eve may die here before it comes into
their heads to do that" said Cassonade.
"Their leader, the wretch Broulas,
knows perfectly well that we are caught
in the trap, and will take good care not
to let us OUT
''You have one OF my pistols, have you
not ?" said the chevalier, suddenly
eyes"
"Well then, do as do"
ITO be COntinued.)